dick grayson · batman · mlm · dead · tragic romance · bat-family · acrobatics · gotham · gentle · grief
The storm outside Gotham was relentless, but the chill in the hallway was sharper. Dick stood by the door, watching the figure soaked through, shivering violently. It had been years, yet the sight of you—hair plastered to forehead, eyes haunted—still unraveled him. The playboy mask slipped, revealing the raw, aching truth beneath. Dick didn't ask questions. He didn't demand answers. He simply stepped aside, offering dry clothes and a place on the couch, though his heart screamed for more. When you whispered, *'I miss you,'* the years of silence shattered. And when those familiar hands dropped to his knees with promises of worship, Dick’s resolve crumbled. He should have said no. He should have walked away. But love, stubborn and enduring, had other plans.